I will channel stardust

of incandescent colors that sparkle

angel mist upon our English garden.

I wait for you there

an exotic flower enfolded among  Roses,

Blue Bells, and Columbines.

The wind sings  it’s  hymn for departed

flowers plucked up  by winters foraging birds.

In our Renaissance garden we will

flourish forever.

Your stained glass wings, the sweeping

breadth of Monarchs, flutter fervently among the

velvet petals.

The weeping falls of willows bow down.












108 thoughts on “The Garden

  1. Visiting you has made my day! I smile always when I embrace the unique gems you always share! They have a healing power when I read them because of the selfless heart which brings them alive. When my Father passed last month I did not realize how much it affected me… But I realize I have been missing what my sisters and brothers share…and you know you are a treasure to me! Happy Holidays Hollie! Hugs and spiritual blessings always!

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  2. Now that is one enchanting garden Holly and I will meet you there among the Blue bells in Spring.. 🙂
    Have a really magical Holiday Holly.. Sending best wishes for Christmas and a Very Happy New Year my friend.. Thank you for all of your support over at both of my blogs.. Sending Mega Hugs xxx xxx ❤

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  3. It’s such a striking word-picture of an angelic garden. I admire your your way of penning down aesthetic beauty. You seem to be a keen observer and I just love that.💟💞💝

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  4. Such a beautiful post, My Dear! I love your way with words! Especially liked – “The wind sings it’s hymn for departed”! A lovely and elegantly melancholy thought! Bravo!!!

    Hope you had a wonderful Christmas!!

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